‘The mushrooms made an unexpected comeback and all the accumulated confusion of the day burst in upon us and left us stranded in an alien city’.
Although Dave was English and lived in Milan, we—Dazed and I—called him Amsterdam Dave because that’s where we met him, in Amsterdam. We were there for the fortieth birthday of our friend Matt. Matt doesn’t live in Amsterdam either but his wife, Alexandra, had booked them into a suite at the…
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
‘Even experienced users get scared because it’s so far out.’
Geoff Dyer on ageing and understanding the self.
‘All my religious experiences—if we can call them that—have been drug-related.’
‘Now that we were out of danger it seemed possible that there had never been any danger.’
‘Destiny, I think, is not what lies in store for you; it's what is already stored up inside you—and it's as patient as death.’
‘If pain is what makes others real to us, there was not another human being more real to me than my mother.’
